5/17/2004

There's a plebiscite in the night, a vote on the new tax. Democracy, it’s so clandestine, a secret rite, an ancient Greek fight, a fascist’s heart attack.

But trusting myself to do the laundry was an epic mistake, a true gaffe, and always will it haunt me, for I used to believe I was capable of at least not mixing my lights and my darks. But today it all came out pink in the wash. Oh the shame of it all.